mother hands

Patricia Ann, Anna Hilda, Hilda Louise, Anna Louise, but beyond my great great grandmother even names fade out of memory. I repeat their names today, as I began to do on my first mother’s day as a mama. . . . → Read More: mother hands

~thankful thursday~ shadows and butterflies

It may take more years of this practice before I can truly feel thankful for darkness, or the meltdown it initiates in me. Simmering in my slow cooker today, I’m grateful for memories of summer, excellent walks with my husband, and butterflies. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ shadows and butterflies

embarrassing

long after today, i predict that the fragrance of lemongrass will bring me back to taking quinn to buy his first deodorant and my concurrent realization that i should really try to curtail my telling of such stories in public. and yet, i want to remember his assessment that, “i expected it not to be . . . → Read More: embarrassing

aunt margie

in a few short weeks, rich and i will be married, and the timing of my great aunt margie passing away just recently on june 14th feels like it coincides in some way. aunt margie is the matriarch of a great big family; her 2 daughters and 8 grandchildren gave their grammy many great grandchildren . . . → Read More: aunt margie